The Crop-Duster Hangar
Take B shifts into a grinding alternative rock groove driven by heavy guitar riffs and haunting acoustic intros that mirror the chill of an Iowa night.
The stories behind The Crop-Duster Hangar
- Gritty Alternative Chords and Cold Steel Drama in Take B — Take B shifts into a grinding alternative rock groove driven by heavy guitar riffs and haunting acoustic intros that mirror the chill of an Iowa night.
- Sub-Zero Improvisation and Rural Auxiliary Power Triage — Stranded in a freezing Midwestern shed, a stranded medical crew fights sub-zero temperatures using a rusty utility generator to keep a donor heart alive.
Lyrics
An empty strip of cracked asphalt
In the middle of the corn
No tower, no fuel
Truck abandoned and forlorn
The jet set smoking
On the run and the run run
Way behind
Carrying the heaviest burden
You could find Kick the sheet
Metal door of an old crop
Duster shed Smelling like fertilizer
Motor oil and lead.
Shine my phone light through the freezing gloom.
Looking for salvation in an agricultural room.
There in the corner, covered in a tarp.
A rusty 12 -volt generator, yellow and sharp.
Gas in the tank, pull cord on the side.
The last desperate lifeline on this midnight
ride
The crop duster hangar in the
Iowa frost Not a single second that can ever be
lost Yank the pull car, make the piston fire
Strip the insulation off the medical wire
Twenty minutes on the battery, beat against the freeze
Biomed survival on our bleeding knees
Sparks in the dark are coughing to life
Carving out an answer with a pocket knife
Yank the cord wash, nothing but a wheeze
Yank the cord twice,
coughing in the breeze
Third pull, roar!
The two -stroke engines scream
Blue exhaust spitting like a dragon that had dreamed
Stripped the jet cable, clamped it to the post
Heard the OCS inverter rescue its holy ghost
Green light flash,
external power found The sweetest damn indicator on this
frozen ground Chamber temperature climb back to 37 degrees
The heart pump steady,
comfortable and pleased The crop duster hanger in the
Iowa frost Not a single second that can ever be
lost Change the pull cord,
make the piston fire
Strip the insulation off the medical wire 20 minutes on
the battery Beat against the freeze
Biomech survival on our bleeding knees
Sparks in the dark
Coughing the light
Carving out an answer with a pocket knife
Look down the gravel road
Flashing red and blue lights
Coming over the hill
State troopers found us
